Not Fineshd Poem by Djean Whitney

Ther was this boy in my class that was killed by a drunk driver. our class was macking thes christ mus trees for our family. we all lepht for the day and whiel we wher home he was giving his trees to his friends and family. as he was backing out of the griveway a grunk driver was coming and hit the car. he died and his family brother and fother that was in the car with him wher shipt off in critical condishon. his family servived and came to our school to talk to his friends and class mats I was noy good friends with him but we talked sometimes on the bus to school and our class had week feltrips and he always behaved so him and I allways whent thay wher for the kids that behaved all week long and it was like an aword sistom. well he was a good kide and from the day I found out he died to this mpoint in time I will all ways know to tack every day like it may be my our some one around mes last day on the world he never got to do eny o the things kids do when thay grow up our class wout him a leter in the woulds out back of our school by the trail we walked wth our class we bared it at his faveret spot and he will be in my memerys for ever i visit his grve some times and think of theat day we were walikin doun the tral and whe jumpt off the bank sied of the circk and was soked our techer was the coolest she never got angry with as like ather techers she alwayslet as get away with stoped things like that becas our class was manly for anger kids and him and I weher unlik the athers we just had dificalty with reading and speling so we got awy with things thers times I wish I got to know him more and I could say we were friends. Im now a difrent persom becas of him he sowed me that we arnt her on erth to stay were just viseting for a whiel and when our plain tiket comes we just got to go we leve things behimnd so athers will remember us his mame is James and he would be 19 and bcoming a man but that fatel night tok his life